We had a lovely program in Church today. The choir sang 2 songs, we had 2 great speakers, and we sang a total of 5 Christmas Carols in the meeting.
My story starts while we were standing during the last song. I happened to notice two elderly women in the congregation surrounded by their families.
The first mid-eighties year old was stooped over and being held up by her daughter. On the other side, her hand was being held by her young great-granddaughter. This woman is obviously loved and respected.
The second woman was of the same generation, sitting with her daughter and granddaughter and young great-grandchildren. As she stood, she was not helped, nor was she supported during the song. Her daughter and granddaughter acted impatient with her inability to stand up straight and her need to hold on to the pew in front of her.
I can only hope and pray that should I need to live with or nearby any of my children during my twilight years that I will feel the love and cherish-ness of the first lady, and be spared the cold actions of the second family.
Obviously the first family has already learned what Christianity is all about, and is practicing it at home. The second family has a long way to go, and I pray that they learn quickly so their mother/grandmother/great-grandmother will have that feeling of being cherished we each crave.